Tonight I made the most real meal for myself I have made in 12 weeks! (I am at 12 weeks!!!! SUCK IT FIRST TRIMESTER) It was just some pasta with marinara sauce, and a couple pieces of garlic bread (not my usual homemade bread yet sigh) but it wasn’t toast or pretzels and 7 up!!! And all this in the evening, which has been my worst time so far. I wanted to cut up fresh veggies and all that, but I just couldn’t be in the kitchen that long yet, and still not washing dishes really.
It’s weird because slowly I am feeling better, but I still have the awful moments of instant queasy and the fatigue of course. It’s getting better though, and I feel life coming back to me (especially when I am in front of the AC). Very exciting times, and before long I will be unmistakably pregnant looking, feeling the wiggly one inside of me move around and knowing if it’s a boy or girl! Now as I get more energy, the prayer is that I just get excited and not worried and overwhelmed with all the ideas to evaluate and products to choose from and decisions to be made ( I think we are a go with a Narnia themed baby room though :).
One other thing, anyone else have fears of the baby not being OK between doctors visits? I have no reason to suspect anything, I have had all this nausea, no weird pains or bleeding, its just that someone told me about a friend who just found their baby’s heart stopped beating at 12 weeks, and since I heard that story it does enter the back of my mind. I just wish I could have an ultrasound machine in my bedroom 🙂 I don’t want to worry, it does no good (neither does telling pregnant women sad miscarriage stories either come to think of it) but I love my baby I already feel so connected to baby scoggins, and we saw the bean in there moving around and its been growing so much! I am sure I am not the only Mom to think things like this, some of pregnancy is having faith in something not seen 🙂
Anyway, so thankful for getting through this first trimester and it doesn’t look like I am one of the really unlucky ladies who feels nauseated for nine months, I really think it is going away, just like it always did for my Mom 🙂 The real victory will be when I am the queen of my kitchen again! Look for a blog update on my triumphant return to food and the domestic arts! Now a little more couch time tonight…